Last week the 91-year-old father of a friend of mine was out riding his Harley. (He's a tough old bird to be sure.) Sadly that day turned out to be one of those times where, when taking a curve, something went wrong and down he went on his motorcycle at speed.
There were, as you might imagine, multiple injuries from which he
will spend some months recovering. The first thing that happened,
however, was that 911 was called and an ambulance pulled up to the scene
of the accident where the elderly biker was being held still and
comforted by his son who was out riding with him.
Two paramedics jumped out and came up to the injured man and assessed
his physical condition. That done they moved onto his mental condition.
"What year is it, sir?"
"It's 2014," he replied faintly.
"What month is it, sir?"
"It's... it's November."
"How many quarters are there in a dollar," they asked.
"Four," he replied.
"And who is president of the United States?"
"That SON OF A BITCH!"
Prognosis today for a full recovery? Excellent.
(shamelessly stolen from here)